Poem By Jackson

(written by my son 4/28/06 - eight years old) If the world's to be nice, blackbirds have to turn into bluebirds, at least sometimes. Bluebirds fly over the stars, like a shining shard. Blackbirds fly over shaded light, their wings carry them like just a twinkle in the night. Eagles fly over the sunrise, helping to open our heart's eyes. They need each other. We need them all. Watch their wings, Hear their call.